Boyhood Blithe

Elkwood, why you steal my boyhood
Why you drink my berry blood
Why you make me count the days
Until you are dressed in amber

Bear's brood, why you test my beet stew?
Why you steal my honeydew?
Why you love your cubs true
Love and long like I do?
Why you make me flee the camp
Brute, bold and honey-bellied

Fair breeze, who kissed me kindly?
Cload boats, sail idly, ivory
Moss rock, totem towering
Bring shelter when the gale rage
Blue brook, babble little sweet talk
Careful, winding cold crook
Why you wind forever, restless toil to river
Why you make me count your curves
Current, cooling body-bound twine

Berries, sweet and bush-bred candies
Bright as sunlight envies
Why you make me seize the day?
Fill my buckets all the way
Nectar flowing amethyst
Sill-rested, honeyed and boiled